Correction - Give me about 24 hours to stop reeling from what kind of lucky bastard I am. Then I'll have so much to write about, you'll all be sick that you've ever wished me back.
Martha Wainwright, as I live and breathe! I don't know if the world can yet handle the dark corners of our torrid passion. Now is as good a time as any to find out, though.
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